27th slate
I began to have the passage that leads to the temple engraved.
Preferably by good engravers.
I had to hand out more slaughter permits. Hundreds.
THOUSANDS.
28th slate
I heard Endok and kaziari complaining about a strange smell in the depths.
I told them it was probably the cessheap at the bottom of the fort,
but they said it smelled like burning, and it had a sulphurous smell.
Ah.
That will be Urist Tar's rum-soaked tobacco. It is rather pungent, and
dumping the embers from my pipe in the cessheap hasn't helped.
I think I'll hide for a bit.
Oh, and I finally got the cooks to stop.
Some of them have been there years, with beards thick with grease and
spattered with food.
They slimed away to their rooms.
1st felsite
More complaints about the strong smell emanating from the bottom
of the fort.
Oh well, my cubby hole is still unknown, although all the walls are
blackish brown from the tar. Curiously, it smells a little like tobacco.
I suspect it may have become scented somewhat by my smoking.
I think I shall light up another pipe of Jolly Sailer to celebrate
the engraving of the passage.
3rd felsite
this abbey is big.
Really big. It takes ages to designate which bits to build, otherwise
it gets built in the wrong order and someone gets trapped or we have to tear down a
wall. I don't know if we have enough red gems to make all the windows
either, and don't get me started on the east wall.
4th felsite
Did more of the same. I found a large packet of Jolly Sailor premium
tobacco near the ramp to the trade depot. As I took it, Kaziari
leapt out, and I saw she had been holding the tobacco on a length of
string. She gave me a long lecture on the hazards of smoking, and
the foulness of the smell that lingers around me. She also berated me
about not reading the instructions, and not carrying out the tasks
she had set out as her last act as administrator.
I took all this like a true dwarf, and an hour later she finally fell silent,
out of breath.
I told her to make me a cat sandwich.
I still don't know why she called me a troll and stormed off.
OOC:
Maggarg, unreconstructed male has been accosted by a feminist recently.